my path is strung upon misted air
its bridge I follow across divide
my eyes are welded white with a stare
caught in the blue of your memory
its an apparition of nowhere
reflected on a current of green
our visions moving lines out of square
fingers clutch against the flowing tide
a strip of film undeveloped bare.
∞
Submitted as part of “National Poetry Writing Month – 2017” (#NaPoWriMo2017). Today’s prompt: write a poem that relies on repetition. It can be repetition of a phrase, or just a word. In this case, I chose the “Magic 9” as my verse form.
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Arc. Awe. Walk. Wonder.
Seen and heard. Word by word.
Beautifully done, Dale.
Thank you, John. I appreciate that … yes, an arc, symbolic and structural — a link between space and time made multi-dimensional by the play of our perception which itself changes. Awe and wonder are perfect descriptors for how we see and interact with the world. Big smiles.